Court, wher afterwards I fand Mr. Sandilands, Mr. Wallace, Mr. Lauder, C. Rutherfurd and a brother of his, Mr. John Chrichton, who was then with my Lord Drummond, Mr. Claude, etc., Henry Hamilton, who was win in to the Kings garde, P. Wans, Mr. Metellan, Mr. Don, Mr. Kirkwood, Mr. Ker my Lord Yesters man, D. Burnet, Mr. Johnston, etc.; kissed my Lord Lauderdales, Yesters, and the Provests hands; saw Sir William Thomsone, Collonel Bortwick, etc.  Mr. Smith who was Mr. Simpsones man came over from Holland.

    [448] Headland, or point.

    [449] Off, so spelt usually by Lauder.

Having stayed a fourtnight in New Street I came to my aunts,[450] M’ris Inglishes, house, wheir having stayed some 8 dayes, I took place in the coach for Oxford the last of September, being a Monday, at Snowhil neir Hoburne.  Payed 10 shillings.  Oxford is 47 miles from London.  Saw Tyburne, under which layes the body of Cromwel, Ireton, and some others; saw that post to which they rode that would have any who ware hanged.  I saw also the Chancellors house,[451] Dunkirke or Portugall, directly against S’t James, a very magnificent building with a great park adjacent.

    [450] I have found no particulars about this lady.

    [451] Clarendon House, built by Lord Chancellor Hyde, was on the
        north side of Piccadilly, facing St. James’s Palace.  It was called
        by the populace Dunkirk, suggesting that Clarendon had got money
        from the Dutch for the sale of Dunkirk, and Tangier, the dowry of
        the Portuguese princess, Catherine of Braganza, for his share in
        her marriage to the king, which was barren.  See Pepys’s Diary,
        14 June 1667.  A gibbet was set up before the gate ’and these three
        words written, three sights to be seen:  Dunkirke, Tangier, and a
        barren Queen.’

Nixt we came to Oxbridge,[452] a toune 15 miles from London, wheir was their fair of rattles and other toyes for children.  Their was also a market of horse and of cattell, for the most part come out of Wales. 7 miles further is Beconsfields, a village wheir we lay all night at King Charles his head.  The host is a Scotsman called Hume; was made prisoner at Worcester.  We was their but[453] that merchands wife that was going to sie hir child at Abinton (wheir is a braue market cross), M’r Lo, professor of Musick in Oxford, and I; the other 3 women ware at the Swan.  Supper and breakfast stood me 4 shillings.

    [452] Now Uxbridge.

    [453] ‘We was there but,’ i.e. There were at our inn only.

Nixt morning being the 1 of October we came to East Wickam,[454] a very pretty toune; then to West Wickam, being 5 miles; then to Stockam Church, 3 long miles; heir we walked doune a steep hil; then came to Whately;[455] nixt to Oxford, the whole journey 25 miles.  I lodged at the Miter, a wery civill house.  Calling at Exeter Colledge for Mr. Ackland, to whom I had a letter from Mr. Sprage at Leide,[456] I found he was gone unto his oune country of Devonshire.